My carnal desire for knowledge and truth hinders me as I dig up the past and not move forward and think that the past can never be taken back, but alas I know I am overly paranoid about the way you talked, you spoke, I am the better option, I am near, I'm
Easy. Easy to sway, I'm not hard to please, a pushover. I say yes because I'm afraid if I say no everyone will go. I can't talk, I can't talk honestly because honesty will get me nowhere but in the neverending abyss of questions like "was it worth it?" Was it worth it Kevin? Is the truth worth it? If you hadn't known, if you weren't shown, was it worth it? Your curiosity is your downfall, a downfall that you already know and for sure your dismay. If you had just tried, kept your mind at bay, kept your secrets, kept everything inside and not tell anyone. You're in misery because you told yourself you'll be okay but you aren't okay, you're tired, you're exhausted. Enough. Give up.
